After a long period of “water, water everywhere,” the rain gauge had an inch in it, and the ground is once again like an unsqueezed sponge. But the sun has emerged, my spirits are raised, and the garden and woods are full of singing birds…tufted titmice, wrens, chickadees, purple finches, bluebirds, and mockingbirds. I caught a quick glimpse of a red bellied woodpecker flying away from the suet feeder. A downy took its place. I hope the red bellied will take up residence in my woods. I refilled the bird feeder with sunflower seeds.
They say that the harbingers of spring are robins. Today at lunchtime, with the sun shining down, I spied three robins in the garden. I ran to get the camera, but they flew off when I approached. Later I was able to grab a quick shot with my iPhone through a bedroom window. I apologize for the lack of crispness in the photo, but the arrival of the first robins in my garden is an occasion to be recorded.
There’s just something special about a blue sky and robins in the garden in January.